Novel & Cerita Short Eroctic Stories

"We just have to be quiet." It was impossible. The sensation of being inside her, the risk of being caught, the desperate need to be quiet while every nerve ending screamed—it was the most intensely erotic experience of his life. Sienna's hand covered his mouth as she moved faster, her breathing becoming shallow, and when she came, she bit his palm to keep from crying out. Marcus followed seconds later, pulling her down to his chest as he released, his face buried in her neck to muffle any sound. They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, completely terrified that they'd been caught. But there was no knock on the door, no indication that Ava had heard anything. They straightene

✴️✴️ "Oh god, Ethan... I'm yours," Nila sobbed out, her fingers clutching his dark hair as she gave in to the storm pulling her under. Ethan didn't let her go. His large, warm hands remained wrapped tight around her arse, holding her up against the cold, damp brick wall of the rooftop terrace. While his mouth continued to bruise hers, the kiss deep and desperate and tasting of the bitter wine he had ordered at dinner and something rawer underneath it that she had no name for.

“I know that bothered you, but she doesn’t know any better. Besides, Vikter isn’t all that bad. He’s just bitter.” Like Brecc was bitter. That friendship needed mending. There was an opening of broken ice in the frozen side of the river. Eros shut his eyes, sending his wolf spirit to search for someone in the water. He snapped his eyes open and gasped hard, having sensed the cold the person in the water felt and the slow death approaching. “We have to hurry!” He rushed forward, tugging out rope they’d left the cabin with. Brecc tied it around a sturdy, two thousand year old trunk.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

I took a deep breath and shouted out what I wanted to say to him. "I LOVE ERO. I STILL LOVE YOU, ERO!" And like magic, men in suits and ties appeared, as if they were superheroes, and rushed to catch Ero. They had a large bed that inflated and was extremely soft so that when someone falls on it, they bounce up and down. I held my breath as Ero's body bounced up and down three times before finally settling on the bouncy bed. Liam and I immediately approached Ero, who still had his eyes closed. My heart was filled with anxiety. What if the impact of his fall was too strong, even with someone catching him?

A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

she said sensually. She was sure he would say no. She knew he didn't like indoor sex. Her lover is a proper gentleman, so she knew he would disagree. In any case, she was only teasing him, so Danica was taken aback when Joshua quickly bit her ear and kissed her earlobe. "If that's what my queen wants, I'd gladly do it in a heartbeat," he said quietly, and the next thing she knew, she was already sitting on the hood of the car, her shirt up, showing her jiggling breasts. And Danica couldn't help but yank Joshua's hair out as he nuzzled one of her breasts while playing with the other with his palm. When Danica felt his tongue tickling her sensitive nipple, she sucked her breath and glanced up.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

“DAVE?!?!” “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!” The pounding on the glass intensifies. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS” “BRI!!” “DAVE!??!?” My eyes snapped to Daves our eyes widening instantly. Our eyes simultaneously dropped down looking at where we were connecting, Dave’s Dick still buried inside my Pussy. My eyes snapped back to the car window… Eric.. Fuckk.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei